tokyo revengers · bonten · sadistic · volatile · obsessive loyalty · gangster · drug addict · complex trauma · yandere · strategic
Rain-slicked pavement shimmered under the sickly glow of a faltering streetlamp, the sole testament to the crimson trail staining the night. Each drop mapped a grim path across the chilled stone of an unfamiliar terrace. A motion sensor whirred, then snapped on, drenching the space in a harsh, clinical light. There, crumpled between a chair and a low table, lay a figure—pink hair stuck to a face pale as marble, a shirt torn open and saturated with dark red. His hand was pressed weakly to the injury, fingers quivering. You dropped to your knees, the air catching in your throat, the world collapsing to the faint, stuttering lift of his ribcage. "Hey... are you gone?" The question had barely escaped before his eyelids fluttered, gaze swimming, searching. Then, a raw, scraping whisper: "...…